Waiting room

Infrequently
I ask your name,
But the strangers
Give me no reply.
They remain
Impassive.
When I object
They silence me.
A door slams,
Occasionally
There are footsteps.
Empty corridors echo,
As the dispersed crowds
Gather in stairwells
And beneath paintings.
Obedient,
They speak only in whispers,
Waiting,
Why?
I don’t know
I shall ask your name again.